Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.